Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.